Lu Shishu pursed her lips, clearly half-believing the words he said, the gentleness on her face long gone, leaving only indifference.
Nan Jiayan knew that at this moment, she had a lot of hostility towards him, so he didn't force her to believe, just smiled, looked at the little fellow lying at her feet, and softly called, "Buxia, you're back."
"Meow~"
At Nan Jiayan's gentle call, the little fellow at her feet got up, stretched lazily, and ran leisurely to his side, rubbing against his leg.
"This is... your cat?" Lu Shishu asked curiously as she saw the cat being so affectionate with him.
"Yes, I was just cooking, and the door wasn't locked. This little fellow opened the door and ran out by herself. If I hadn't seen the door suddenly open, I wouldn't even have known she had run out." Nan Jiayan nodded with a smile, and after speaking, he bent down intending to pick her up.
